The thing about cats

June 30, 2009 10:37 pm

I’ve felt like the thing the cat dragged in this week, which is a little ironic because I’ve seen a lot of cats that looked like they felt the same way.

Cat medicine is taught to us as a kind of extra added onto dog medicine. That’s fair enough for some conditions, but cats like to do things differently. For one thing, holding a cat which does not want to be held is a delicate artform, and preferably doesn’t happen in front of the cat’s owners. Cats seem to know that if they play it sweet for the person that feeds them (and pays their vet bills) then they can scream murder out the back and try to kill everyone.

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The Vet Anatomy Museaum

June 20, 2009 1:13 pm

demonic goat skeleton

I missed the anatomy museum at parkville. The preserved cross sections and dusty skeletons gave the small room a nice atmosphere, each skull almost had its own personality. It was a reasonably nice spot to hang out, except for the occasional odours wafting down from the disection labs.

I was always particularly interested in the skulls. They tell you so much about the species and how they work. Take a look. I promise I’ll stick a warning up before any ‘fleshy’ pictures.

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Guess the skull’s species

June 17, 2009 10:00 am

Exams are winding down, only 2 more orals to go. I think i’ve run out of adrenaline and I’ve certainly run out of confidence.

Also, I’m having a little camera difficulty, so instead of my planned post you get to “Guess the skull’s species”. I’ll tell youwhat it is after the orals are done.

Camel skull

Too many words!

June 11, 2009 9:23 am

shelf

This is almost the amount of stuff I have to fit in my head to know this semester. It just doesn’t fit.

I’ve been cramming for horses and it’s done something strange to my brain. Usually I don’t stress out and sleep quite well, but last night by dreams were haunted by pages and pages of horse notes flashing before my eyes.

They wouldn’t stop. They wouldn’t sink in and worst of all I kept thinking “But that’s wrong!” because words in dreams aren’t quite right. You can’t actually read them and they mutate at you look at them. It’s quite distressing. Pages and pages of wrong notes kept flashing past and I couldn’t understand a single bit of it.

Why couldn’t I dream of something nice like kittens and sunflowers?